This post is a bit overdue, however, I have learned that if I don't write down things I need/want to remember, I will probably forget them. Such became my brain after three pregnancies and six sleep deprived years. Anyway, I think that seven was celebrated awesome. It took me a few years, but I have finally realized against all Russian culture expectations that it is really is OK to invite just the child's friends and not friends' parents and their x number of siblings. It also really is OK to serve one or two big dishes that the kids will actually eat instead of cooking up many dishes and salads to please their parents. This year, the new way of celebrating kid birthdays worked very well. I will no longer have to dread these parties and actually look forward to celebrating future birthdays.
The party began a day early when some members of the birthday gang showed up at my doorsteps with their little backpacks. Though their overnight visit was unexpected, my panic state was tamed when I saw that most of them arrived with big sisters. Big sisters are good, very good. They helped me clean up and took the crew to the park so that I could decorate and have a few minutes of peace before the party. They also got the little girls dressed up and made their hair and did their make up!